The civilians placed in charge of a barracks, or "bachelor enlisted quarters". Notorious for their far-reaching demands and authority, they are often avoided at all costs.
"The barracks people burst into my room again and told me I need to empty my trash."
Jon took note of the new loudspeaker/siren horn strobe combo fire alarm that had been installed in his room, free of charge. He also took note of the large pile of crumbled drywall shavings left on the floor below it. He briefly pondered whether or not this kind of shit happens in North Korean internment camps before just taking it because he has no other choice.
"What the hell? What's this paper on my desk?" SEE BARRACKS MANAGER ASAP. "My trash can isn't even half full!"